The sycamore tree was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of ridicule appeared on its huge face.
It has been billions of years since she fell from Emperor Tianfeng's weapon and became conscious.
"Billions of years."
The plane trees let out a long sigh.
The parasol flowers blooming above the head are like countless suns, emitting light and heat.
"For billions of years, I have seen countless powerful people.
There are great emperors who have become enlightened, and there are immortals, demon emperors who are in charge of various tribes, and those so-called geniuses have seen more.
But I have never seen such a reckless person."
The tall canopy of the sycamore tree towers into the sky. Looking at it in front of you, it has actually penetrated deep into various different spaces.
"No one wanted to catch me, but I was still standing and they all disappeared. Do you know why?"
Wutongshu asked easily.
"They're all dead."
Yang Yifei said.
"good.
They are all dead.
Because they are too weak but want to provoke the strong.
The majesty of the strong cannot be provoked, otherwise, the result will be death."
The sycamore tree said loudly.
"So, you are a strong person?"
Yang Yifei asked seriously.
"certainly."
The sycamore tree said.
"Are you the Demon Emperor?"
Yang Yifei said.
The sycamore tree shook violently, as if someone had choked: "No."
"Demon Emperor?"
The branches of the sycamore tree drooped by three points: "No."
"Not even the Demon King."
Yang Yifei curled his lips.
He had long sensed that the sycamore tree was not the Demon King, otherwise he would have run away early.
He is not stupid. If he fights with a demon king, he is not seeking death.
The Wutong tree said angrily: "I am the peak demon king, half a step into the realm of demon king.
However, I am strong enough to escape from the Demon King, and ten or a hundred strong men of the same level are no match for me."
Yang Yifei said disdainfully: "You have lived for billions of years and have only this little strength. How dare you speak loudly to me?"
The sycamore tree was furious: "What do you know?
Do you think the Demon Emperor is so easy to succeed?"
Even though the sycamore tree has not become the Demon King, each of her sycamore flowers has accumulated powerful energy, which is a thousand times equivalent to a strong person in the same realm.
This is the confidence of the sycamore tree.
It is also because of this that she cannot transform into a human form.
There is too much energy.
It's just that some things just don't exist.
The sycamore tree is just a branch that fell from Emperor Tianfeng's weapon. He was lucky enough to be born with spiritual wisdom. His aptitude may not be bad, but his wisdom is limited. He can cultivate to this point only by grinding it little by little over billions of years.
Coming up.
It is extremely difficult to break through the realm and become the Demon King.
Otherwise, as long as one becomes an immortal and has an infinite lifespan, there will not be so few strong men in the world.
"such a pity."
Yang Yifei sighed softly.
I feel sorry for the plight of the sycamore tree.
If she were in the outside world, she would definitely have been promoted to Demon Emperor now. Even if she returned to the Phoenix Clan, she would still be a high-ranking emperor.
But she hid in the battlefield of the heavens. Although she was safe, it restricted her development, so that in such a long time, she only reached the half-step level of the Demon King.
"Human race, you are quite capable. I'll give you a chance."
The Wutong tree suddenly spoke: "Send your soul and surrender to me. Wait until I become the Demon King and lead you to sweep away all the heavens and worlds."
"Ah."
Yang Yifei chuckled and shook his head: "Stupid.
I will also give you a chance to sacrifice half of my origin and spare your life."
The sycamore tree is so huge that half of its origin is enough to elevate his soul to the level of a golden immortal.
"Human race, you gave up your only chance."
Say no more about the sycamore tree.
The crown of her tree moved, and extremely thin flames shot from the sycamore flowers towards Yang Yifei, forming a large net that covered Yang Yifei's front, back, left, and right, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
The sycamore tree is cautious by nature and will show no mercy once it takes action.
When her strength reached her level, she could pick up all kinds of Taoist and magical powers at her fingertips.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Feng Xiaoxiao roared in her heart.
She told Yang Yifei about the sycamore tree, just to use the sycamore tree's hand to get rid of Yang Yifei.
She had immense hatred for this human being who killed so many of her people casually.
As long as I can kill him, it's worth it even if I'm buried with him.
After setting the beast seal, Yang Yifei naturally knew what Feng Xiaoxiao was thinking.
However, he didn't care.
Facing the attack from the sycamore tree, Yang Yifei didn't even try to dodge, he raised his hand and punched out.
After practicing hard for a hundred thousand years under the acceleration of time, he has perfected the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique.
Today, let’s try how powerful the Xuan Gong taught by Emperor Wu himself is.
Bang! The Skyfire Net was blown up with one punch.
Fire was flying all over the sky.
Yang Yifei smiled and said: "It's a bit weak."
"snort!"
Wutongshu snorted coldly: "Human race, you are very arrogant."
Yang Yifei shook his head: "There is no need to be arrogant to deal with you."
"very good."
The Wutong tree said coldly: "If I can't kill you today, I will recognize you as my master and let you control me."
"unnecessary."
Yang Yifei said: "You haven't cultivated into the Demon King in billions of years. You are too crippled. It would be too embarrassing to accept you."
"you wanna die."
Even though Wutongshu had been cultivating for such a long time and was already in peace, he still couldn't help but get angry because of Yang Yifei's words.
Yang Yifei put one hand behind his back and said, "You will know who is seeking death soon."
"very good."
Wutongshu said coldly: "Human race, don't regret it."
Finished.
More flowers lit up, as if the sun was erupting, and the infinite firelight gathered in mid-air to form a thick pillar of fire, with a diameter of a hundred feet, and the head of the bag fell towards Yang Yifei.
"A brute with nothing but strength."
Yang Yifei shook his head disdainfully.
Before the thick pillar of fire fell to the ground, high temperatures hit the face, at least hundreds of millions of degrees. Some of the spiritual soldiers melted immediately, and only the immortal weapons could barely support it.
"Senior, be careful."
Wang Lian exclaimed.
"Does this also require caution?"
Yang Yifei was disdainful.
Yang Yifei raised his hand, clenched his fist, and punched out.
A huge fist mark shot out from bottom to top towards the pillar of fire.
The difference between a fist seal and a fire pillar is like the difference between an ant and an elephant, but the momentum of the fist seal soars into the sky, and even the sycamore tree cannot suppress it.
Boom! With one punch, the fire pillar exploded and turned into flames that filled the sky.
Wutongshu's expression finally changed: "Human race, I didn't expect you to have some strength.
It seems that I need to use more strength."
"Show your true ability."
Yang Yifei smiled calmly and said: "Lest you die in peace."
"go to hell."
The crown of the sycamore tree shook, countless flowers dimmed, and a huge fireball condensed in the air, and then fell.
Boom! The fireball fell to the ground, and the sky and the earth suddenly shattered, and countless cracks were blown out of the solid space of the battlefield in the heavens.
Yang Yifei's figure disappeared in the explosion.
"Humph, this is the price of provoking a strong person."